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Dark Poetry #4

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JenniferMaxwell

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since 2006-09-14

Posts 2423

0 posted 2008-12-16 03:19 AM

Each time you return
the backlighting is softer
as if a blue silk screen
covers the lens
or a wash
of opalescent rain
mists your reflection
in my restless dreams.
The air in my room
carries a sea breeze
and the fragrance
of your cologne -
dew on my skin.
How gentle time
has made you, how tender
your hands that reach out
for me through the velvet
membrane of sleep.
The white noise
of longing
turns into the flutter
of dove wings
and the fountain
in the courtyard
of imagined things -
the wishing well
where we meet again.

[This message has been edited by JenniferMaxwell (12-16-2008 03:52 AM).]

Vestibular Bard
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since 2008-12-11

Posts 284
New York

1 posted 2008-12-16 09:20 AM

Clearly this is a poem about me.

moonbeam

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since 2005-12-24

Posts 2356

2 posted 2008-12-16 09:45 AM

(Please excuse me Jennifer)

quote:
Clearly this is a poem about me.

See, when you try, you can be quite amusing.

JenniferMaxwell

Member Elite

since 2006-09-14

Posts 2423

3 posted 2008-12-16 01:38 PM

"Clearly this is a poem about me."

Could be, if you're an African American lesbian named Candy.

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